Slay Me (Rock Gods #1) by Joanna Blake

back and ask him to change his mind?"
                  He smiled patronizingly. He didn't have a clue what she was going on about. There was no way he was changing his mind about bringing her on tour. She could go on and be angry for as long as she wanted, just as long as she ended up in his bed. He knew he was being a cad. But he didn't care.
                  He was going to win.
                  "I'm going to need extra special attention during the tour. How else can the label be sure I'm actually showing up for my appearances? You're the one who set them up darling, so you're the best bet to handle my needs."
                  "Handle- your what?"
                  "You heard me sweetheart. Pack your bags, we leave in less than-"
                  He checked his watch, enjoying himself tremendously.
                  "Fifteen hours."
                  "But-"
                  "No buts darling. Accept your fate."
                  He grabbed her hand and froze, startled by the electricity that crackled where he touched her. Her skin was so soft… He lifted her hand to his lips, pressing a kiss there.
                  Christ she smelled good!
                  "Sorry sweetheart. But this is checkmate."
                  He smiled roguishly at the outraged look on her face. She yanked her hand from his and stormed out of the room. Marley threw his hands in the air and followed her out.
                  He turned around to see Sandy watching him with a calculating expression.
                  "So that's why you don't want to fuck."
                  "What are you on about now?"
                  She shook her head.
                  "You've got it bad, Nick. I've never seen you this way."
                  "I just like messing with her. She's got a rail up her ass. And what a nice ass it is."
                  "Uh huh. Sure. You know what they say about opposites."
                  "What's that?"
                  "They attract."
                  He said nothing. She was right of course. He did have it bad. His reaction to seeing her today was scaring the shit out of him if he was honest. He'd just have to nail the girl six ways from sunday. Then he'd be back to normal.
                  Whatever that meant.
                  "Oh come on Nick, don't tell me you don't want to fuck her."
                  Nick grinned at Sandy, raising his eyebrow.
                  "Well I didn't say that. "
                 
     
     
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                  Sabrina stared at her luggage, lined up on the living room floor. She never understood why people put luggage on beds. Luggage was dirty. Beds were clean. She shook her head. What the hell was she thinking about?
                  Oh right, anything but him.
                  Nick Falcon.
                  The bane of her existence.
                  He'd actually beat her once and for all. Getting her away from the office right after her promotion was career suicide, especially because it would just confirm what he'd said on TV about her sleeping with him.
                  Well, he hadn't said it flat out. But he'd certainly implied it. That made it seem more real.
                  Now she was leaving when both her job and her father's health were in critical stages.
                  Damnit.
                  Of course her father had supported her going. He'd found it all very exciting. He was a big fan of Nick Falcon, the legend. Little did he know that the legend had it in for his daughter.
                  No, that wasn't quite right. He had something for her,